Ye Anran wasn't constantly obsessing over the matter of Mo Shike bringing noodles over, truth be told, she had actually forgotten about it. It was only because she habitually used her phone to set reminders that she remembered.
After heading downstairs, she entered the kitchen.
The chef had already simmered the bones to perfection, the fragrance rich and far more aromatic than the flavor she had hastily extracted with a pressure cooker the day before.
She took a sniff and felt her appetite surge.
Then she began to make noodles.
When it came to adding salt, she hesitated for a moment, wondering whether she should make it a bit lighter?
If it was too light, would Uncle Bo think she was accommodating Mo Shike?
But if it was too salty, it would clearly be unpleasant to eat!
She didn't believe Uncle Bo liked his food salty.
However, as she was hesitating, her brain had already made the best choice, instinctively adding a bit more salt.
